You are a cute snugglepup, and I love the enthusiasm you have for your rawhide bones. However, grabbing it up, prancing down the hallway to the bedroom, then tossing your head and flinging it so it skips along the floor back to the loungeroom and galloping back after it, to slide on your mat until you crash into the tv, and then do the whole thing all over again, is not cool!

For a start, you wake daddy, who doesn't handle the heat well so is trying to sleep during the day. And when he becomes a grumblebum, he tends to spread the misery around until he goes back to sleep.

So no more chewie tossing! At least not until the heat has broken.

Your provider of chewies and needer of peace and quiet.

Logged

Good news! Your insurance company says they'll cover you. Unfortunately, they also say it will be with dirt.

Why are you laying next to me? I mean not that I normally wouldn't be happy as a clam to have you laying next to me, but.... your tail is wagging. And all cat owners know what a wagging tail means. We also know it is nothing good. Please don't kill me.

Episodes of RUN AROUND THE HOUSE LIKE YOUR TAIL IS ON FIRE ATTACKING EVERYTHING YOU SEE are supposed to last 15 minutes, tops. Where did you get the energy to maintain that level of excitement for more than an hour? For the love of Dog, can you at least settle down a little bit? Mommy is trying to sleep...as are your brothers and your father. And Princess. And the dog. In fact, everything that is not you is trying to sleep.

Love, Human Mommy.

Princess,

If you feel the need to hork again, please, do so on the floor. I'd rather step in it tomorrow morning than have to spend the night sleeping on the bed without any sheets at all, since these are the spares.

Love,Your subject

Dear Batkitten, specifically the one wearing the collar,

Stop trying to make snuggling with Princess happen. It's not gonna happen.

Love,The Babysitter.

Dear cats who are not mine,

Please stay out of my house. The Batkittens do not have the authority to invite you inside.* You, being mostly white with gray splotches, stand out a lot against my small horde of black cats.

Not-so-much-love,The human

*I watched them sniff the noses of the other cats while on my back porch and then lead them inside and right to the food bowls, which they happily shared with the other cats. Weirdos.

The evil string gets wrapped around your tail and makes you think the devil is trying to catch you. Tearing through the house knocking things down and getting into the computer cords, getting daddy upset, while trying to ditch the devil must have been stressful. You didn't come out from under the chair for several hours. (Of course a plastic bag on the tail has the same effect).

Two days later, you were dragging it around like you were a cheetah on the African Savannah with an antelope kill.

Now, you expect momma to make it move around all the time so you can kill it and chase it. Momma has things she has to do besides help you kill ball-string. Glaring at me all the time is not going to make it happen.

Love, the one who feeds you.

*ball-string is a cat toy that consists of a wand, with a rattle ball attached by a string.

I can only assume you all ~love~ my new down alternative comforter, especially when there is nice warm snuggly Not-Furry One buried underneath it. But while I am pleased that you seem to be able to get along enough to hog both blanket and Not-Furry One heat, you are all making me wake up stiff as a board from laying plastered up against me! Especially you, Rika - any closer and you'll be surgically attaching yourself to my side! Argh!

You're just lucky I find it adorable and a bit funny to wake up with cats all over me.